Listening for the words in a quiet corner of the night. The fiction, poetry, and photography of Jason Evans.

Saturday, January 10, 2009

Entry #42

Your Time Has ComeBy Rachael D.

"You have arrived."

"Arrived? Where the hell am I? What is this place?""My son, do not ask such silly questions. This is the hereafter. This is your new life. Take a look around. Find your family."

"My family? You mean my wife?"

"No. I mean your family who preceded you in death. Every one of them. Your great grandparents. Your grandparents. Your parents. Your siblings. Your first love. Your best friend from high school. They are all here. But your heart must be open to this for you to be reunited with your family."

"How would you like me to be open to this? I don’t even understand what’s going on. I was buying water from a 7-11 and I wake up and I’m going up a friggin escalator that never ends! And then I reach the top and I see you waiting for me. You greet me like you know me and I have no idea who you even are."

"I am the greeter if you’d like to call me that. Sort of like at Wal-Mart but I don’t get paid for my services. What I do is out of love for humanity."

"Ok "greeter" I would like to talk to your manager if you don’t mind! "

"My son, you have failed my test. Count to three and wake up."

"What? What are you talking about? Am I dead or not? What the hell is going on here?"